Page 25 of The Growly Outcast’s Promise

I nod. “Yeah, because I didn’t tell you the truth either. I’ve always been in love with you too, Grey. You’re the beginning and the end for me.” I take off the offensive, heavy ring weighing on my left hand. Then I hold it out to him. “Can I have my ring now?”

“You would rather have this one than that designer ring? That’s got to be, what? Three carats?”

“Three and a half. It’s obnoxious, and I didn’t pick it out. I want that one. The one teenage you bought for teenage me. We’ve wasted a lot of time.”

He plucks the ring out of the box and slides it onto my finger. “Annabelle Greer, will you be my wife forever? No matter how many of my beard hairs get in the sink? No matter that Papaya loves me more than you?”

I laugh. “She really does. Little skank.” I wrap my arms around his neck. “I love you, husband.”

“And I love you, wife.”

chapter

thirteen

Greyson

She kisses me then, her eager tongue licking across mine. I switch our positions so she’s laying on the floor and I’m on top of her.

“I want to do dirty things to you,” I say.

“Yes, do all of those things,” she says.

Her neck arches, giving me better access to lick and mark her.

“You don’t even know what they are.”

“Don’t care. If it involves your body and my body, I’m in.”

“Naked Twister?” I ask.

She chuckles. “Yes, but not now.” She grips my face. “If you don’t put your giant dick inside me soon⁠—”

“You’re gonna what exactly?”

“Please fuck me.”

“You don’t have to ask me twice.” I stand and pull her up with me. “I don’t have the patience to not rip your clothes off, so get undressed if you want to keep those items in wearable shape.”

She gives me a smile and proceeds to undress. “I love you. And you love me.”

“Yeah, darlin’.” I’m down to just my boxers now, but I remedy that quickly enough. “And now we’re going to fucking consummate this marriage.”

When she’s completely bare, I tell her to get on the bed. She does, then immediately reaches between her legs to touch herself.

“Hands off that pussy,” I command. “That is my pussy to please and worship. Now spread your thighs. Let me see how wet you are for me.”

Her thighs part, and she’s pink and glistening with need. I slide my thumb through her folds.

“That is the prettiest fucking pussy in the world. And so damn responsive. You know what that means?” I use both hands to spread her labia apart, watch her hole quiver with need.

“What does it mean?”

“It’s just another perfect example of how we belong together. Your body knows mine. That’s why you’re always so wet with me. Why I’m hard like a damn pipe.” I slip two fingers inside her slick channel. “So tight and wet.” I curve my fingers up, pressing against the front wall, right over her g-spot.

“I want to eat this pussy; I want to lay down between these thighs and have a goddamn meal. I also want you sit on my face.”

“Yes, all of that sounds great, but let’s bypass the foreplay this time.” She reaches between my legs and fists my cock. “I need this. I need to look into your eyes the first time you slide inside me.”